Knowing I have poor self-control when faced with the opportunity for sex on the first date, I intentionally scheduled my date with Sean to be right before an overnight shift at work so that I had a convenient excuse to avoid temptation. I liked him (a lot), so I wanted to whet his appetite just enough but leave him some things to look forward to for Date #2.
I showed up to work 15 minutes late with my hair mussed and his cum drying on my face.
We had been texting constantly for the three days leading up to the date. The sexual tension built up to something powerful on Friday. For me, the challenge has always been how to back down from that and establish a non-sexual connection. What I found refreshing was that he saw that too and was making the same effort to get to know me on that level. I was charmed. I felt like I actually found someone who wanted the same things I wanted, valued the same things I did, and read people the same way I did. Plus he was upfront about being very excited to see me, which is always nice to hear.
And did I mention he was fucking hot? Sean was tall, ripped and tan. He was half-Irish and half-Chinese. I showed my friends pictures of him shirtless doing Tough Mudder and playing volleyball, and one friend went, “Shiiit,” and high-fived me. Keeping my panties on by the end of the night was going to be a challenge.
We had dinner at a swanky Thai restaurant very close to where I work. He dressed up nicely to come see me. I wore my First Date top: a long-sleeved, skintight pink shirt that showed off my boobs.
We started out talking shop, and as the topics got more personal (and I sipped on a delicious Singapore Sling) we got more comfortable with each other. I could tell he liked me; he started mirroring my body language. He put himself out there, with regards to the self-imposed barrier I put in place: “I already know I want to see you again, whether you walk out that door right now or go home with me tonight.”
Later, naturally, we started talking about sex, and all that mental foreplay, the weeks of buildup over text, worked its magic on us: I was squirming in my seat, I think he was too. He said it was building up this energy that he really wanted to act on. I asked him if he could feel it physically, like I could — I felt this thickness in the air and a buzzing throughout my body. He said yes, particularly in his legs.
He flagged down a waitress and we headed out. I was hoping to lure him into a hotel stairwell and make out, but the risk of getting caught turned him off. He mentioned that his place was nearby.
“But I only have 45 minutes before I have to get to work,” I protested weakly.
He smiled. He opened the car door for me.
I hesitantly got in, wondering in my head if I could succeed in not going all the way. Or at least keeping my clothes on.
Well, he let me keep my boots and black lace skirt on, but only because he thought it was hot.
On the drive back to his place, he admitted our conversation gave him a semi. I admitted it got me wet, which really intrigued him. Our sexting on Friday (which he did while around clients and his boss, bad boy) riled him up the same way and he confessed he’d been fantasizing too.
I followed him into his apartment (which reeked of weed, hah), and nervously laid my coat down to the side. He walked over to me, giving me a look.
“Well, this is what we came here for,” he said, grinning. He held my face and kissed me deeply.
Sean pushed me back onto the bed and I started yammering about how maybe we could just make out and cuddle.
“You nervous?” he laughed. He held me down and kissed me more. I wrapped my legs around him. I was a fucking goner.
“You want me to taste it?”
“I don’t know…”
“I think you do.”
He pushed my white lace panties to the side and started licking my pussy and God, it was heaven. I’m so easy to please.
“Fuck. You can do anything you want to me.”
He got up to facefuck me, but my gag reflex wasn’t having it. I loosened up some when he reached behind to play with my pussy, and eventually we were worked up enough that he yanked me bodily to the edge of the bed and threw my legs back.
I kept grinning and saying “damn it” while taking my clothes off, since I’d completely gone back on what I told myself I was (not) going to do that night.
But then he was inside me and all thoughts went out the window. God. GOD. It was so thick.
He pushed my legs back, leaned in, and ordered: “Every time you come, I want you to count it out loud for me.”
Nngh.
“Yes sir,” I whimpered.
Yes, I have decided I enjoy fucking this personal trainer. I like being told what to do. I like that Sean’s kinesiology background and training meant that he knew exactly what to do when it came to nerve endings and what to stimulate. He knew the human body, and he knew how to work on me. He was so in control. Studied, in a way that was incredibly hot. He got into different positions to further increase the leverage he had to drive his cock into me. And I got to lie back and do what I do best: come and come again.
We snuggled for a couple of minutes. He asked for another blowjob, then we fucked one more time doggy style and he came on my face. I only had 10 minutes left, might as well make the most of it.
I called my supervisor to say I’d woken up late and would be 15 minutes late to work. Of course, showing up in a short lacy black skirt, brown cowboy boots and a fitted pink top kind of gave it away. Not to mention the smudged makeup.
The heels of my boots clacked along the floor as I rushed to get changed. I finally showed up at the front desk with a pervy little grin and a lot of self-consciousness over whether people could detect a just-got-laid aura like they do on television. My face still smelled like Sean’s cock.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4g1l7u/my_23f_first_date_with_a_personal_trainer_26m_i
Great narration, I hope to read more in the future!